Chapter 364 Blind Trust

 Twenty years old, and eight or nine years old, the difference was just too far, there was no reason for the two people to have such a big difference.

 Mu Zi felt odd, however, there was no need to get serious with Zhuang Jia over this kind of thing.

 The train was about to leave, she suppressed the doubts in her heart and got on the train with her shoulder bag.

 But when the train arrived in Qingjiang City, in the mumbling exit, Mu Zi once again saw that little girl!

 The little girl stood in the crowd, look pale, under the scorching sun of the figure thin transparent, countless people from the crowd through, as if through a layer of light stereo projection, no one can see.

 How can Mu Zi not understand? That is clearly a ghost!

 What is the granddaughter of the godmother doing following her?

 Mu Zi was horrified, standing frozen at the exit, hesitating to go back-she really didn't want to let the other party tail her all the way to her home!

 "Zi Zi?" Jiang Zhiwen and Zhuang Jia both turned around to look at her, feeling strange, why isn't Mu Zi walking?

 "... You guys go first, I'm going to the restroom!" Mu Zi barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

 Jiang Zhinuan said, "You go, we'll wait for you."

 "No ... no need, you guys go back, in a while my brother will come to pick me up." Mu Zi said with a smile, she felt that her smile might be a little creepy.

 Prince Long heard this, his eyes rolled, and immediately said to Zhuang Jia and Jiang Zhinuan, "Let's go, you girls just love to be sticky, obviously not on the same path, but still have to get together to go back, let's go let's go."

 With that, he rushed people and pushed the two girls out, thinking that if they stayed here, wouldn't it be obvious that it would affect Master Rong and Auntie's relationship?

 Mu Zi hesitated in place for a while and finally turned around to go to the restroom.

 She intentionally dawdled, a long time before she came out, and then raised her eyes to look around, that little girl is still standing not far away from her!

 Mu Zi's scalp went numb.

 Ghosts scare ghosts, will they scare ghosts to death?

 At this time, the cell phone rings, a call is answered Murong Cheng that unpleasant faint tone: "Why not come out? What are you dawdling inside?"

 "This is coming out ...," Mu Zi lowered her voice and returned, hurriedly walking outside the station.

 The car Murong Cheng took today was a black Rolls Royce, parked at the exit of the station was exceptionally obvious.

 "Isn't parking not allowed here?" As soon as Mu Zi sat in the car, she took off her shoulder bag and leaned her entire body against Murong Cheng.

 Murong Cheng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by Mu Zi's active "embrace", "You also know that you can't park here, why don't you be more skillful when you come out? I said you have short legs a few times, but you really learn from penguins?"

 Murong Cheng's mouth is always no good words.

 Mu Zi couldn't care less about this, and looked towards the back of the car with a somewhat nervous expression.

 Murong Cheng asked her, "What's wrong? Who are you looking at?"

 Mu Zi pursed her lips and whispered, "There is a ghost that has been following me ... from Peach Water Village."

 It is strange to say, if someone else, Mu Zi must not say, because this kind of thing to say out, not only will no one believe, but also will be laughed at and derided as blurred eyes or hallucinations.

 But Mu Zi told Murong Cheng without thinking, subconsciously feeling that Murong Cheng would definitely be able to help her cope, it was almost a blind trust.

 "Wang Zhan said that you invited a mage last time when you got your head dropped, so invite it again." Mu Zi clung to Murong Cheng's arm, alarmed at the godly figure, "Quickly call the mage to send her back!"

 Murong Cheng laughed at her, "So timid, and you still dare to run to Peach Water Village to play?"

 Laughing, he still instructed Wang Zhan in front, "Call Du Hao to come over."

This was Mu Zi's first official meeting with Du Hao.

 Although she didn't know that Du Hao had actually seen her many times long ago.

 Mu Zi's first impression of Du Hao was that of a well-dressed handsome uncle, in his thirties or forties, with neatly and cleanly repaired hair and sideburns, and smiling eyes with a bit of businessman's sleekness, yet not annoying.

 But ... how to look at it is not like a mage ah.

 Mu Zi muttered in her heart, but she also knew that the people Murong Cheng had invited definitely had real skills, such as the hacker fat man last ... time.

 She brought Du Hao to the garden, and there was a faint shadow not far away.

 Mu Zi pointed to Du Hao, "... I don't want to hurt her, but she keeps following me, it really makes me uncomfortable ... Is there a way I can send her back?"

 Du Hao smiled and said yes, and asked, "There are many ways to send, I don't know how Miss Mu wants to send?"

 Mu Zi thought about it and said, "She has a grandmother who may not be at home these days, so it's best to send her home safe and sound, so that she doesn't run around, lest her grandmother comes back and can't see her."

 "Understood." Du Hao nodded, and from the black leather bag he was carrying, he took out a palm-sized small ceramic jar and walked straight towards the little girl.

 Mu Zi was a bit nervous, both wanting Du Hao to take away the little girl and worrying that Du Hao would hurt the other party.

 Thinking about this little girl and the godmother depend on each other, inexplicably, she thought of herself and her grandmother, and some empathy would inevitably be born when she touched the scene.

 Du Hao bent down and squatted in front of the little girl, murmured something in a low voice, then Mu Zi saw the little girl nodding her head inaudibly, and her figure gradually vaporized until it disappeared.

 "Where did she go?" Mu Zi hurriedly ran over to ask.

 Du Hao smiled and pointed at the clay pot, then sealed the mouth of the pot with a wooden plug.

 "She's inside? What is this?" Mu Zi was a bit uneasy, "It won't hurt her, right?"

 Du Hao smiled and explained, "This is a soul vessel, she couldn't be safer in it."

 Mu Zi was puzzled, "Soul vessel?"

 "All vessels that can hold souls can be called soul vessels, and the best soul vessel is the human body." Du Hao said, "The clay pot like this in my hand, on the other hand, is the lowest grade of soul vessel, which can only provide shelter for the soul."

 Inadvertently seeing Murong Cheng in the distance, Du Hao slightly owed his body and smiled apologetically, "It's me who spoke too much, Miss Mu's golden branch, I think she doesn't like to listen to these evil ways."

 "Will not ah, I think it is quite interesting ..." Mu Zi like a curious baby, one sentence after another to ask him, "I see you just talked to her, you can talk to ghosts? Then if you were brought to the murder scene, wouldn't it be possible for the ghost to identify the murderer?"

 Du Hao was amused by Mu Zi's whimsical thoughts, "Ms. Mu, not every ghost has consciousness, and even if they do, not every ghost knows who they died because of, souls only have obsessions, not the truth."

 Mu Zi heard this and was touched in her heart.

 Indeed ...

 Just like herself, she has been dead for so long, and still can't determine who the murderer is ...

 "If it's a sudden death by poisoning, can you let the ghost point out what he was poisoned by?" Mu Zi asked tentatively, holding a ... hunting mentality.

 In the past, I heard that some cases abroad would ask psychics to help arrest the murderer, and I scoffed at the time, but now I think that it might be true ...

 Du Hao said, "It depends on the state of the ghost, people die and leave the soul, the soul is like a newborn baby, the consciousness is chaotic, can't talk, can't walk, all need to learn slowly, so that after seven days, the soul matures, like from a baby grows into a grown-up, and gradually begins to think ... "

 He said here, the words turned, laughed: "Of course, most babies can not wait to grow up will die prematurely, babies are very fragile."

 Mu Zi inexplicably shivered, feeling that it was not easy for her to live until now ...